by Spencer Reaves McCoy · Published February 25, 2019 · Last modified February 26, 2019
Five years later, Richard Sullivan stood next to a ship, his few belongings clutched in a carrying case in his left hand. Lee Sanders stood next to him. They were too old now for tears, but it didn’t stop either of their eyes from twinkling with suppressed grief. “I don’t want you to leave,” Lee said. “You’re like my brother,...
by Spencer Reaves McCoy · Published January 28, 2019 · Last modified February 25, 2019
Eldrin and Matilyn sat silently in their chairs, listening to a report given by Janice Akins. She was explaining the best way to handle a violent criminal. Both of them had given their speeches the day before, and had little interest in what the girl at the front had to say. It was Eldrin who passed the first note. Eldrin:...
Richard Sullivan ducked behind the large, colorful bush, trying not to breathe too loudly. He stayed like that for a minute or two, but in the end, his impatience got the better of him, and he poked his head around the corner. He saw his playmate and prince, Lee Sanders, looking around the beautifully sculpted hedges, his brow furrowed in...
by Spencer Reaves McCoy · Published December 24, 2018 · Last modified February 25, 2019
Dearest Mother, How I miss you! It seems like I think about you every day still. Sometimes, I close my eyes and I think about that last day we spent together. I remember that you made blueberry pancakes for breakfast and we sat together, and we laughed. Oh, how we laughed! I worry sometimes that one of these days, I...
Penelope Belmonte smoothed out her skirts, trying not to look as nervous as she felt. She wanted to twist a lock of hair around a finger, a habit she’d had since she was a kid, and stilled her hands. What was it her mother always said? A lady’s hands proclaimed her habits. Penny’s hands were smooth and soft, with long,...
Matilyn Malevus glanced over at her best friend, Sheldon Eldrin. While she was dark of hair and dark of eye, he was the exact opposite. He grinned at her, his blonde hair falling in front of his face. He blew it off, and then swiped a hand through the whole tangled mess of it. He needed a haircut. The thought...
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